We take two newspapers and sometimes I wonder what universe some the special editors are hanging out in or what they’re sniffing. It must be some seriously good shit or a galaxy far, far away.
It’s morning (well, it’s not morning now, but it was when I read the paper) in western Oregon and it’s January. The temperature outside is about thirty degrees, give a take a couple. It’s dark. It’s foggy. We’ve barely seen the sun in days. And when it does come out we’re lucky if it hits fifty degrees in the afternoon. I feel like a mushroom. And what does the food section offer me as an alternative to my nice warm oatmeal with cinnamon, raisins and blueberries? A beautiful, icy, cold, fruit smoothie.
I’m still shivering. And hey, chucklehead. Do have any idea what frozen fruit goes for in the store? Yes we have frozen blueberries in our freezer. That’s where the berries in the cereal came from. They were delicious. Especially after they thawed out and warmed up. We grew them. If we hadn’t grown them we would have bought them last summer and froze them. Same for the blackberries, strawberries and raspberries. And I’m not wasting those precious Oregon berries in a blender. Sacrilege.
I’ll save the smoothie (good use for the culls) for August. For mid afternoon when it’s about sixty degrees warmer outside and the sun is shining.